A/N: UPDATE! UPDATE! UPDATE! lol. Sorry about my random JR moment there. Again sorry about the long delay in updates, but I'm working on it, slowly....very slowly. Anyways hope you Enjoy!

Glen hurried back to his room to shower and change before meeting Hunter and Shawn downstairs for breakfast. He was still riding high off of his early morning romp with Scott and used the euphoria to push him through the darkness that loomed as he though of the months that lay before him with out Scott. With a shake of his head as he stepped into the elevator he pushed all thoughts from his mind. What he and Scott had was a passing thing. It wasn't as if it was going to last between them. He knew from locker room gossip that Scott could never remain faithful, and that it was only a matter of time before he stepped out on him.

A few moments later Glen was striding through the lobby to the dinning area, a grin still on his face despite the dark turn of his thoughts. He didn't consider him and Scott to be in a relationship, so it was nothing more than really, really good sex between them. Just thinking about the rounds they had the night before and the one again that morning had Glen groaning and trying everything he could not to get hard. He entered the dinning room, shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts and looked around.

The room was packed and he had trouble picking out Hunter and Shawn. That was until Hunter stood up on his chair and waved his hands over his head comically and yelled his name. His grin grew wider as he looked next to Hunter and seen Shawn tugging on the bottom of his shirt, his face a bright red as he tried to get the tall man to come down from the chair. He started over, outright laughing as he heard Shawn chastening Hunter for his childish behavior. Who was Shawn to preach about adult behavior when he could be just as bad if not worse than his lover.

Glen pulled out a chair and turned it so that he straddled the thing before dropping down. Hunter had a grin on his face as he noticed the grin on Glen's, but Shawn was looking down right sulky. His mouth was turned down into a frown and his forehead was creased as he watched Glen order breakfast. Hunter elbowed him and mouthed 'be nice' before turning his attention back to Glen.

"So, Glen....have a good night?" Hunter asked with a snort.

"Hmmm, I don't know Hunt. Did it look like it?" He teased back, taking a drink of his water that the waiter just brought over.

"What kind of answer is that?" Shawn practically demanded. "Just because you showed up this morning without a shirt doesn't mean that you had a good night. For all we know you could have gotten into a fight with a bum and spent the night in jail for killing the poor bastard."

"Shawn, we all know that Glen had killed a bum he wouldn't be sitting here now sharing breakfast with us. Plus it would have been on the news."

"Yea Shawn, what's your deal?"

"What's my deal? WHAT'S MY DEAL?????" Shawn's voice rose in pitch and Glen winced as every single pair of eyes in the dinning room turned to look at them. "My DEAL as you put it is that you are jeopardizing the future that you have with Mark for this fuck fest" Shawn spat the word as if the very sound of it offended him. "With Scott. He's no good Glen! ARGGGG!!!!" She pushed away from the table and stormed out of the dinning room, flipping a thankfully empty table that was sitting just by the door.

Glen looked over at Hunter and the two stared after Shawn with wide eyes. Neither man had ever seen him fly off the handle like that before and were at a loss about what to do. Did they follow or did they stay put? With shrugs they slowly got up and left the room, both conscious of the stares that were aimed at their backs.


Mark was reclining on his bed as he watched disinterestedly some program on tv. His mind was full to bursting with plans about how he was going to get Glen back. Glen was a romantic, something that not many people would think about him if they saw him. He had a soft side that Mark loved to see, especially when it was aimed at taking care of him. He had missed waking up with Glen at his side, his hair on his chest and in his mouth. After the third week of carrying his bag with him, Mark had turned it over to Shawn keeping only a bottle of cologne that Mark would put on after his shower.

It was the only link that he had to Glen anymore and that thought hurt him more than anything else he could imagine. On a deep level he realized that he was acting like a stalker girlfriend. It wasn't as if Glen knew that he was pining for him. Well he did but Glen didn't believe it. In fact he had basically spit in Mark's face over the confession and turned to his lover. That stung even more than being apart from Glen. Dammit, he wasn't supposed to be with someone else so soon after breaking things off with him. How could Glen think so little of what had happened between them? Did it not mean the same to Glen that it had meant to him?

The coldness from the night before started to creep back in and he felt the pain of his broken heart dull. Idly he wondered what it would feel like to give over to it completely, to not feel anything anymore. It was a comforting cold, not clammy and it soothed the hurt that losing Glen had produced. The more he though about it, it would serve him better to just forget that he and Glen had even existed. After all wasn't that was Glen was doing? Glen had forgotten about him so it would only serve Glen right if he forgot about everything that had transpired between them.

The coldness seeped into his lungs and he felt it as it spread along his nerve endings and through his veins. It was if ice was moving sluggishly through his blood, slowly cooling off the anger that was buried in his soul and he soon felt a peaceful serenity sweep over him. It was comforting to not feel the sharpened needles of what was left of his heart poking him at every turn. His mind started to think of other things, mainly his match with Shawn Michaels at Bad Blood. It was a Hell in a Cell match, the first of it's kind.

He was prepared to give it his all, nothing bothering to think about the impact that Glen was going to have. More than likely he was going to side with Michaels. Moody had been playing up the wounded brother out for revenge angle, but then again from the notes that they had worked on, Kane was unpredictable. He could side with Undertaker and take out Bearer, something that Mark was sure that the fans wouldn't mind seeing. The coldness retreated a moment, allowing a quick burst of pain to rocket through his chest as he thought about seeing Glen in the ring.

It didn't last long and soon Mark was drifting off into a light sleep, a small smile on his face as he surrendered himself completely to the coldness within.


Shawn stalked through the halls of the hotel, grinding his teeth and growling at everyone he came across. Why couldn't Glen see what he was throwing away. He knew Scott better than anyone and he knew that in the long run that Glen was going to be the one hurting. He threw the door to his room open and in a burst of anger kicked a chair that was sitting a little ways from the desk. The leg that he had hit snapped from the force and it fell over, leaving Shawn unfilled in his need to inflict damage. With a loud growl he pawed through his bag and pulled out his work out clothes. He might has well get something from this anger.

In a matter of seconds he was changed and was about to head back out the door when Hunter and Glen walked through, both men wearing looks of concern. Hunter moved forwards and placed hands on his shoulders, watching for any sign of movement.

"Shawn?" His voice was low and Shawn could hear the undercurrent of worry.

"Yes?" It was clipped and he regretted it the minute Hunter flinched.

"What's going on?"

"I already told you two that downstairs. I don't want to see Glen give his heart to Scott only to have it ripped out and stepped on. Scott's a whore, always has been and always will be."

"Shawn, there's nothing between Mark and I anymore. You heard what he said at the restaurant. I was nothing more than a moment for him." Glen said from the door way, but Shawn could hear the hurt in his voice, maybe not all was lost yet. "Besides, there's really nothing serious between Scott and I. I had an itch and he scratched it."

The tone in which Glen had said it left Shawn wondering if he meant it, but he couldn't discern the truth from his face. With a sigh he plopped down on the bed, how could he explain to them that he only knew what Scott was going to do was because Scott had done it to him. Hunter might understand, they both knew that they weren't the first man either had been with. But Glen would see it as an attempt to further put a wedge between them, ultimately pushing him right into Scott's arms.

"Was it at least in self defense?" Shawn jerked his head up, wondering what he had missed while lost to his thoughts.

"Was what in self defense?" He asked, blinking as he looked over to Glen.

"The destruction of this poor chair?"

Shawn looked over and turned beet red as Glen poked at the remains of the chair with his foot. Hunter had moved over to his side and Shawn could feel him watching him for answers, and not about the chair. If there was one thing Shawn was learned in this business was to hide his feelings expertly.

"Of course, it threw itself at me as I walked in the door." Shawn snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and letting out an indignant snort as Glen laughed. "I just don't go around attacking random inanimate objects you know."

"Sure Shawn. Tell that to the poor table you upended down stairs."

The mood had been lightened somewhat, but Shawn knew that he was going to have to explain everything to Hunter later. But that could wait, he was still in the mood to work out and after talking the other two into joining him, headed down to the hotel gym. His mind once again trying to come up with a way to keep Scott away from Glen and to get Mark and Glen back together.